Cora I smile up at my mate, but I shake my head a little bit, not…not knowing what to do next. “Do I…,” I say, laughing a little, “just say what you said?” “You can,” he replies, shrugging one shoulder and smiling back at me. I can feel his happiness vibrating down our bond. “Or, you can sa
I breathe his name and bring my mouth again to his as I let my body slide down against his, as I feel him position the hard mass of himself at the apex of my thighs and then, slow, insistent, press inside of me as I lower myself down onto him. I moan, hard, into Roger’s mouth as I feel him fill
“What?” Roger asks, going suddenly rigid and raising his head, his alpha instincts probably anticipating an attack of some kind – “No,” I say, gaping up at the sky. “Roger, look –“ And he turns to follow my gaze, his own mouth falling open as he sees – What looks like a thousand shooting stars
“Ohhh, I like this new wording,” he says, sitting up a little and grinning down at me. “I can get you one for each day of the week –“ I’m laughing harder now, shaking my head at him. “Only if you wear a matching one,” I reply, “pink, ‘Property of Cora,’ emblazoned on the front and the back.” “It
Cora Matthew? Roger tries, passing the name down the line to the baby and I grip his hand, and we both wait… But nothing. “The baby doesn’t like the name Matthew,” I whisper, laughing a little. “Well, it was just a starter,” Roger murmurs, grinning at me again. “You try one.” “All right,”
“That’s sweet, baby,” I sigh, but then I put a hand on my stomach. “But, considering that this little guy is coming along? We’re going to want more space.” “True,” Roger says, his eyebrows raising. “And considering what the goddess said that night on the boat?...” I break into a grin. “You’re th
Ella I shriek when I hear the tap on the door, jumping up from the bed and dashing towards it, so excited to see my sister that I can’t even think about moving slowly. Behind me, I hear Sinclair stand up and give a little growl. Without even looking, I know he’s standing with his arms across hi
She does, then. Well, I can tell that she skips over some details that are more personal – just between her and Roger – but my eyes predictably well up as soon as she starts telling me about how they went onto the beach, and the promises they made to each other, and the meteor shower. “Oh geeze, E